
Tomorrow we meet with the neurosurgeon again to get the results of the CT scan. I tried to get a copy of the radiologist's report so that I can have an intelligent discussion with the neurosurgeon, but they would not give it to me, or even tell me what it says. I am not impressed by this at all.
I need a doctor who treats me like I have a little sense. I want to read the report and research the terms before meeting with the surgeon, and I strongly resent not being given access to it. I am going to say this to the doctor tomorrow. I do not want a doctor who plays God and doesn't let me have access to medical records. We should be a team working together for the good of Weilong, and I should have every scrap of information available in order to make such an important decision for my precious little boy.
So, I have used my blog to relay my frustration. But if a blog is to reflect real life, then we must blog our frustrations as well as our joys and triumphs.
Yesterday Weilong and I spent 4 hours at the hospital. Weilong had what they called a stim test. It involved giving Weilong certain "agents" that should stimulate the production of different hormones over a period of a few hours. Blood was drawn every 15 minutes.
This was the first time I had seen my sweet son get upset over something. There was supposed to be only one needle stick to insert the IV. But his poor little veins collapsed twice, so he ended up getting the IV 3 times. He was furious with them. He kept saying, "You no good, you lie". We tried to explain to him but he refused to understand. He sat quiet and still and let them stick him again, but he was angry. He stonily watched a video the whole time, refusing to acknowledge that we were in the room. I left for about 15 minutes to go the the med records and try to get the aforementioned radiologist report, and when I returned my sweet boy was crying. His little legs were hurting. He gets this leg pain frequently, we think it is caused by pressure on his little spinal cord.
I rubbed his little legs and had him get up and walk, but nothing helped. It absolutely broke my heart to have him cry, but there was nothing I could do. As soon as the last blood was drawn I gave him a tylenol and we got out as quickly as possible. He fell asleep in the car on the way home.
I fed him a bowl of chicken noodle soup and and he cuddled up on the couch and slept until I had to pick up the other children from school, about 2 hours. Poor little boy was whiney for about an hour, but soon settled down and played the rest of the evening.
The kids played in the sandbox and got sand everywhere! Everyone had to shower and wash their hair and all their clothes had to be thrown into the washing machine. But I didn't complain because it was so nice to see Weilong playing and back to his normal cheerful self.
One big problem I have right now is that I want to keep WL beside me all the time. It is hard to let him play knowing he should not get any blows to his head or back. Little boys are so rough. Weifu got mad at Weilong and gave him a good swift kick right in the back. I have a rule at my house, NO FIGHTING. I talked with Weifu about it and reminded him of the rule. He refused to say that he would not hit or kick Weilong again, even after I gave him a time out to think about it. So, I must admit I gave him 2 licks with my paddle. I really hate to use that stinkin paddle, and haven't resorted to it in several months. It is used for willful, deliberate, disobedience only. I think it served its purpose in this instance, both of us cried and Weifu promised he would not hit or kick the others again. I know he doesn't understand why Weilong is getting out of school and going places with Mom. He doesn't understand that this is not a fun time for Weilong, he only sees that Weilong is getting a lot of attention right now. The girls are big enough to understand, but Weifu is not.
I am praying for wisdom and guidance right now. Not only for Weilong's situation, but for all the kids. I want them to have a fun summer, and to love each other and care for each other.











